The Apothecary Diaries Web Novel Novels & Stories

Its glossy black exterior gave no hint that inside, it was fitted with life-support systems worth more than most homes in the city. Amara and Zogo, along with Jerald and Finn, climbed into a separate black SUV following behind. The convoy pulled away from the hospital, heading through winding roads toward the outskirts of the city. The destination…...the Old Apothecary Temple. A place whispered about more than spoken of, where dust-coated shelves groaned under the weight of centuries-old grimoires, and the scent of herbs…...some healing, some deadly clung to the very air. Amara had once studied there in exile, surrounded by secrets only a handful of living souls still knew.

Meanwhile, Aubrianne was out cold, completely unaware of her surroundings and all that was happening around her. Dear My Lovely Readers, My apologies for ending so abruptly, but this is only half the story and we are already at over two hundred chapters. I am so sorry, but I do not want to end up with a book that holds five hundred chapters. Hence the reason for part two, this story has surely grown and I am moving where it leads. Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate Two will be dropping soon, stay tuned... Meanwhile, feel free to check my newest book Queen Luna's Revenge - The Victim or the Villain? Right here on this lovely platform.

A full Blackwood battalion would only invite a Devonshire counter-strike on the market, and she couldn't risk the crone’s sanctuary. "Just us," Anna rasped, her voice sounding older than it was. They stepped onto the cracked pavement. The shop's front, a humble apothecary to the human eye, looked different today. The door was already ajar, a sliver of warm, amber light cutting through the gray morning. The scent of valerian, dried mugwort, and boiling copper hit them immediately. "I’m not trying to heat the entire neighborhood! Come in and close the damn door," the woman’s voice croaked from within, sharp as a rusted blade.

I didn’t pull away. Inside, the space was part café, part apothecary. Soft harp played from somewhere overhead, and the space smelled like cloves, orange zest, and warm bread. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above mismatched tables, hovering in the air, the crystals changing colors every time it moved. Wooden shelves were lined with dried herbs, spellbooks, and little cauldrons painted in pastels. The little jars were labeled things like moonlace powder and dragon’s breath salt. The tables were hand-carved and mismatched, each one paired with two plush chairs.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

“Let it watch. We’ve faced worse.” They found themselves before a small apothecary, its windows dark but for a single candle flickering in the depths. Aria pushed the door open, the bell above it chiming softly. The air inside was thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment, shelves lined with jars of powdered roots and vials of murky liquids. An old man stood behind the counter, his spectacles perched on the tip of his nose, his gaze sharp despite the wrinkles framing his eyes. “Welcome,” he said, his voice a rasp. “What brings you to my humble shop?”

He could not help but say worriedly, “The Oskians are really amazing! I thought that the Kobayashi Stomach Pill was already very amazing. Unexpectedly, The Apothecary Pharmaceutical had actually discovered the prescription for the miraculous Apothecary Stomach Pill, which is really incredible. This really makes people have a whole new level of respect and admiration for them!” At this time, his assistant could not help but say, “Chairman, the prescription for the Apothecary Stomach Pill might not necessarily be taken from Oskian classical medical books! They could have developed this medication on their own too.” “Impossible!” Jiro replied as he waved his hand without any hesitation at all.

With a total of 100 mage coins at hand, Audrey started on her shopping spree. She and Niccoli visited different emporiums. 'Magus Athenaeum' was written majestically at the entrance of the first shop that they visited. As a new student, obviously they have to buy the book for their studies. So it is normal that their first stop will be a book store. There are a total of six books listed on the paper given to them and they look around the library for these specific books. Meanwhile, the library was divided into different sections and they were neatly separated by subject. The bookshelves for Herbology and Beasticology for the study of mystical plants and magical beast respectively were placed

Nothing more than herbs and chemicals that kill my appetite and purge my body. But I couldn’t help but wonder… What if my handmaid was right? What if there really was something more sinister in those supposed diet supplements? A hundred terrifying scenarios flashed through my mind, each more disturbing than the last. Finally, the apothecary returned after what felt like an eternity with a small sheet of paper gripped in his weathered hand. “I have run the standard analysis,” he said, holding the sheet out to me. I felt my throat constrict as I reached out with a trembling hand to take the paper. Unfolding it slowly, I scanned the list of chemical compounds, my eyebrow furrowing in confusion